Floggers: Collection Box Set

By H.C. Brown

Time to Love

Jay Bannock is living a lie.

Sure, he likes women. In fact, he respects women but when he tries to kiss one and she does that tongue thing, he wants to spew.

Confused by his growing attraction to men, Jay seeks help from the only gay club he knows—Floggers BDSM Club...

Floggers’ Slave Auction

Paul Martin’s fantasy to lose his virginity in public to a Dom becomes a reality when he decides to enter a slave auction at Floggers BDSM Club.

His nerve crashes to subzero when the highest bidder is the feared edge playing Dom, Nash Mage...

Hard Truth

Brad Morrison wants a man, in him, over him, dominating him.

But having a gay son wasn’t in his father’s vocabulary and to please him, Brad marries Jane. They agree to live separate lives but the moment Jane tries to involve him in a ménage, he ends the marriage...

Publisher Note: A BDSM Gay Romance Box Set 66,127 words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: May 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370767748

H.C. Brown

H.C. Brown is a multi-published, multi-genre, bestselling, award-winning author.In 2016, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2015.In 2015, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2014.In 2015, Highlander in the Mist was placed 3rd in Historical and Rock ‘n’ Leather was placed 3rd GLBT in the Easychair Bookshop Competition.In 2015, Highlander in The Mist was nominated in The Romance Reviews 2015 Readers’ Awards.In 2011, she was delighted to receive nominations in three categories in the 2011 CAPA Awards: Favorite Author, Best GLBT Romance, and Best Science Fiction Romance.She was nominated for Best Historical M/M in the 2013, Goodreads Book of Year Awards.H.C writes about strong alpha male heroes and girl next door heroines in complex settings, and all her stories have happy endings.H.C. welcomes feedback from her readers.

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COLLECTION BOX SET

BOOKS 1, 2 & 3

Table of Contents

Title Page

Sub Title Page

Copyright

Time To Love

Description - Time to Love

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Floggers' Slave Auction

Description - Floggers' Slave Auction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Hard Truth

Description - Hard Truth

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Author Biography

End Credits

Time to Love

Floggers’ Slave Auction

Hard Truth

H.C. BROWN

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TIME TO LOVE

Floggers 1

Jay Bannock is living a lie.

Sure, he likes women. In fact, he respects women but when he tries to kiss one and she does that tongue thing, he wants to spew.

Confused by his growing attraction to men, Jay seeks help from the only gay club he knows—Floggers BDSM Club.

Has he lost his mind?

Realization, he has been batting for the wrong team all his life comes in the form of a six-foot-seven Adonis by the name of Matt Duffey.

 Instantly attracted to the leather-clad Adonis, Jay’s complicated life spins out of control on a rollercoaster ride wrapped in Matt’s arms.

Chapter One

Jay Bannock stared at the front door. A yellow glow seeped through the glass panels forming a pool of light at his feet. The street buzzed with the noise of a normal Saturday night. Teenagers spilled out from a loud party two doors up, and moved in small groups along the sidewalk, in a constant stream of chatter. Cars spun their wheels and, horns blasting with young men hanging out of the windows, roared up the road.

With a sigh, he pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. What had just happened? His friend of the past six months, Rose McCarthy, had given him the finger, sworn colorfully, and slammed the front door in his face. He gazed at her neat two-story brick house, his mind frazzled. Okay, so he’d tried to kiss her, he’d wanted to be nice, and she had asked him for the kiss—no, she’d pleaded for one. It wasn’t his fucking idea. In truth, he had no inclination to kiss her or anyone. Perhaps he could have handled a straight kiss, but then she stuck her tongue into his mouth. She filled his mouth with the disgusting taste of stale beer and he nearly spewed his guts out. What could he do? He pulled back and wiped the taste from his mouth with the back of his hand trying desperately not to gag. Christ, she’d gone feral, and slapped him so hard he’d seen stars. Fuck! Then she went on and on insisting, he didn’t act normal, that he kissed like a girl. How the fuck, did she know how girls kissed anyway? Maybe she’s a lesbian and was using me to make her parents think she’s straight.

Jay rubbed the back of his neck and turned away from the house. Not again. He had—had being the operative word here—happened to have liked Rose. He’d met her at his gym and they’d worked out together. True, he appreciated her slim body, enjoyed their long chats, and her companionship. The trouble with Rose and all the other women he had dated over the past three years was making the move beyond being friends. Getting to second base at least had become a problem. Not that he wanted to, but women expected a man to make some kind of move on them in a relationship. Problem was he always made things worse by rejecting their advances. He happened to prefer being just friends. He liked women, well, at least until they did that thing with their eyes and expected him to fondle their tits. Hell, he even enjoyed going to the mall with them—but kissing them and the tongue thing—fuck, it made him uncomfortable—no he had to face it kissing girls made him ill. It would seem the eventuality of ever finding the right girl had become a personal nightmare.

He had to face facts—he didn’t like girls in that way.

He expected Rose’s words to haunt him forever. You’re gay and can’t admit it to yourself. Normal men like women to touch them but not you—you move away. Do you look at girlie magazines to jerk off? Or are you thinking about the hot jocks sweating at the gym? The worse thing was, he hadn’t been able to give her a reply—he had no excuse. In fact, he had never bought a girlie magazine in his life.

The look of disgust on her face burned into his mind, to join the list of other horror-date memories. Jay turned away from the house and walked slowly to his car, his mind reeling in silent anguish. He supposed the woman had a point. After all, he had never dated during high school or college, keeping to himself or hanging out with the other jocks. In truth, he liked the smell of men, the gloss of sweat on hard muscle, damp hair curling on a broad, muscular neck. He enjoyed men’s company and never had an awkward moment with any of the guys. To admit this after what Rose had screamed at him—fuck! His head throbbed with the implication.

Swinging into his car, Jay thought over the strange messages his body gave him whenever, he noticed men looking at him in that way. It happened all the time at the gym. As a personal trainer, he had clients of both sexes and kept things on a very professional level, but a couple of guys had brushed his leg and given him the look. His stomach had clenched as if in anticipation of a sexual encounter and his heart rate had quickened. Why? He had to admit, the thought of sliding his hands over a man’s hot, sweaty, body did not repel him. In fact, the very idea excited him to the point of arousal. Should he feel this way? Perhaps Rose was correct and he needed help with his sexual orientation. Who could help him decide? Hell, he couldn’t just walk up to someone in a gay bar and ask a question like that, he valued his teeth too much. What could he do? He had to discuss his problem with someone who would not laugh at him or punch him in the face.

I have to know if watching two men together turns me on. Yeah, I’ll pick up a couple of pornos. If the movies turn me on, then I’ll need to discuss my problem with someone. I’ll go online, and do a search for a help group. There must be someone in town I can speak to about my problem.

* * *

Lance Booker took in the man standing in the foyer of Floggers BDSM Club. He valued his ability to pick a sub or Dom at a glance, but this delectable guy’s BDSM predilection eluded him. To his experienced eye, he saw a confused man, albeit, a buff six-two, blond hunk of steel. Man, you are pretty. He plastered a warm smile on his face, strolled nonchalantly toward him, and extended his hand. Lance Booker … how can I help you?

Jay Bannock. He shook his hand with a look of chagrin. I feel really stupid coming here. He dragged in a long breath and his cheeks flushed bright red. To be completely honest, I need to talk to someone gay and the Floggers’ website does say you’re looking for members. I thought you might be able to advise me. He met Lance’s gaze. Do you have a few minutes to spare?

Bemused, Lance held his hand to check his reaction toward him, raised one brow, and eyed him critically. This guy didn’t look like he needed help and he sure didn’t have the confidence of a Dom or the submissive attitude he’d expect from a sub in his presence. He cleared his throat. You’re not selling stuff are you?

Lord, no. Jay gave a nervous laugh. To tell you the truth, I don’t know any homosexual men and this being a gay club … well, I … I’m looking for some answers. He shrugged and squeezed Lance’s hand. I guess you think I’m crazy walking into a gay BDSM club looking for help, but I need to talk over something that’s bothering me, and I don’t think I’ll get what I need from a doctor or a shrink.

After that confession, Lance held onto the man’s hand a little longer than necessary and rubbed his thumb over the back. Apart from the softening in Jay’s dark blue eyes, he made no effort to pull away and seemed to relax a little. Interesting. He inclined his head. Sure, I always have time to speak to a new boy. Why don’t you come into my office? It’s more private in here for a chat. He opened the door and ushered Jay inside. I’ve just made a fresh pot of coffee.

Placing two steaming cups on the long maple desk, Lance waved him into a seat. He rested his hip on the edge of the desk and gazed down at him, taking a Dominant position to check his reaction. When Jay dropped his gaze under Lance’s frank appraisal, he bit back a smile. Good sub material, strong but craves Domination. He had the guts to come in here, yeah a valuable quality in a sub. Sipping his coffee, he examined the cute guy. Nice skin. Jay had remarkably handsome features, high cheekbones, full lips, and those big, innocent, blue eyes that made him instantly hard. "So are you interested in BDSM?"

"I think I might be … yeah. Jay lifted his chin and frowned. That’s part of why I’m here."

Lance leaned closer. Hmm, he smelled good too, clean with a hint of male musk. So what’s the other part? Do you need to know what it costs to join a club like Floggers? The tests you need and the rules?

Yes, I’ll need all that but first—Jay’s cheeks blushed again—look, I’ll come straight to the point. How did you first discover you were gay?

Fuck! "Well, the fact I prefer to have sex with men kind of tipped me off." Lance ran a hand through his hair and stared at him with incredulity. This person had walked into Floggers and wasn’t sure if he was gay? What the fuck? He took a sip of his coffee. He would have to pull back and be gentle with him. I have never had the slightest interest in women sexually. I’m also a Dom and like to dominate men sexually. I like to be on top and in charge all the time.

"Were you always like … gay … or did you have a sexual experience with a man and liked it? Jay reached for his coffee. I’m so fucking confused. You see, although I appreciate a man’s body—a lot. I’ve never thought about one as a lover. Over the years, I’ve tried to date girls—women—but as soon as … you know… I can’t get it up. In fact, it never gets that far because I can’t even kiss them."

Lance’s mind reeled. He’d picked Jay as gay the moment he set eyes on him. "I’ve always known I’m gay. I’ve never had any doubt. Are you suddenly attracted to men or did this come about because of a sexual encounter as you put it?"

A pained expression crossed Jay’s handsome face. "No!—The other night I tried to kiss a girlfriend—because she insisted and when I backed off, she kind of lost it. Fuck, she screamed at me and said I acted like a gay man … that I wasn’t normal. Jay looked at Lance over the top of his cup. The whole scene was pretty ugly."

Lance scratched his cheek and stared down at him in complete amazement. So why on earth do you hang out with women if you don’t find them attractive?

"Fucked if I know—I guess in my mind, I thought I might eventually find one that actually attracted me. Jay shrugged. Rose … well, she was a good friend. I liked her company but she wanted more."

Lance inclined his head. He needed more information. Tell me about Rose, did she have big tits, nice ass and what made her a possibility in your eyes?

No, she is the opposite. Jay sipped his drink. Tall, muscular, slim and she didn’t have much in the way of tits to be honest. She liked to exercise. He swallowed. I met her in the gym and we worked out together.

Very interesting. "I see and what do you appreciate in a man?"

"I like the way a man smells, and … I dunno … muscles wet with sweat, a nice body. Jay drained his coffee and set the cup down. I like eyes too, some men’s eyes have a kindness I find attractive."

You don’t say. It’s a drastic step going from an argument with your girlfriend to fronting at a gay BDSM club. What the hell did the woman say to you? Lance rubbed the back of his neck.

Jay’s mouth turned down at the corners. "I’m sure you don’t want to hear the boring details, but a lot of what she said rang true because I do appreciate the male form, like I said. Although, I believe I’ve been fooling myself about the reason why I find men attractive. So I bit the bullet, as they say, and rented some gay pornos including a BDSM one … nothing too extreme. He ran a finger around the top of his cup and drew a deep breath. Watching them turned me on big time, seeing two guys. You know it kind of felt right. He leaned back in his chair. Like I said before I don’t know any homosexual men so I don’t have anyone I can talk to about this. I think I might be gay, and I’m not sure what to do. How do I know for sure if I’m really gay? He rubbed a hand over his face. From what I’ve told you it’s obvious, isn’t it? I just can’t admit it to myself."

You think, huh. There’s no halfway here, Jay. You’re gay, or you’re not. Lance stood and moved closer to him. Standing legs either side of him and leaning toward him, he cupped Jay’s cheek and stared into his eyes. From what you have told me, and how you react to me, I think it’s obvious. He snorted. You’re sure sending out all the right signals.

Signals?

Lance ran the pad of his thumb over Jay’s full bottom lip. Uh-huh, a straight guy wouldn’t allow me to touch him like this. He sighed at Jay’s wide-eyed expression of astonishment laced with a hint of fear. He needed to pull back a little and not frighten him. Look, this was just a test to see if you’re gay. I didn’t mean to alarm you and I have a boy I’m attached to, so as much as I’d like to pursue this with you, I think I should introduce you to a Dom around your own age.

Don’t you think that’s kinda jumping in with both feet? Jay frowned. What if I’m wrong? The thought of being tied up and whipped… I’m not sure I could do something like that with a stranger.

Lance headed for the door. You should follow your instincts. No one here will ever push you into anything you don’t want to do, but I think you may need a little shove in the right direction. Floggers can open up a world of pleasure you didn’t know existed. He grinned. It’s time to love my friend.

Chapter Two

Jay glanced around the neat, tidy office. God, what am I doing here? The large, comfortably worn leather, office chair suited Lance. The man had the appearance of a warrior, so fucking tall, broad shoulders, and long black hair that brushed his shoulders. Dressed in black leather with a studded belt and cuffs, the man intimidated him in a strange but wonderful way. The room carried the big Dom’s scent, musky but delicious. He instantly liked Lance, and his lips still tingled from the heat of the man’s touch.

A large clock ticked loudly in the corner and with each minute, his stomach clenched in anticipation. What have I done? He had no experience with a male on male relationship or BDSM. Had he taken leave of his senses? When the door swung open, he started and jumped to his feet at the sight of Lance with a stunning huge man filling the doorway. Oh–my–God.

Lance grinned like a monkey and stepped inside the room. Standing beside him stood a six-foot-seven Adonis. Piercing green eyes traveled slowly up and down his body. The man’s gaze burned like a laser through his clothes, before stopping to rest on his face. One dark brow raised in a silent question. Jay swallowed hard and dropped his gaze to the floor. His heart thumped wildly at the image of the hard body encased in skin-tight leather pants, pierced nipples chained together, and a mass of black on black hair, streaked with bright blue, sticking out in all directions burned into his retinas. The man astounded him.

Look at me.

Embarrassed his face grew hot and he lifted his gaze, shocked to see the man flash him a dazzling white smile. Confidence and amusement poured from this big guy.

"So … you think you might be gay? The man stepped closer. I’m Matt—Matthew Duffey. He held out a hand. You’re Jay Bannock… I know you, well I’ve seen you at a distance. You work at the fitness joint down on Stuart Street."

Pulse thudding in his ears, Jay shook Matt’s hand trying to avoid the heated sensation his touch ignited in him. Yeah, that’s me.

No wonder… Matt chuckled and turned to Lance. This is the guy Stan tried to make moves on. He grinned at Jay. Fuck, Stan sure has a thing for you and I think he’s told me about every one of your sessions in detail.

A strange tingling curled in Jay’s groin. Hell, did this mean he had a ‘thing’ for Matt? Christ, they’d just met. What was wrong with him? Yes, he not only knew Stan, but he’d also been the man’s personal trainer for the past three months. Numerous times Stan had invited him to this party or that nightclub, good Lord, he’d had no idea the man had been hitting on him. Fuck, I’m an idiot. He met Matt’s gaze. As you can see, I am a little confused. He rubbed his chin. "Although I don’t feel anything special when I’m training Stan. I’m not attracted to him … you know … that way."

"I’m sorry but you’ll have to excuse me, I have a boy waiting